by Gherasim Luca translated from Romanian by Ştefan Bolea I am free so I can pay attention to the things around me my fingers shivering like poplars, short as bullets squeezed firmly the woman’s white neck like ancient poets were squeezing in their usual love fits for nature flowers – sheep – field […]
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[Omagiu lui Gherasim Luca] de Adrian Grauenfels Cel considerat a fi într-o perfectă imobilitate împinge pe cel care pare a se mişca, într-o alunecare, reuşind să producă o substanţă fixă, imuabilă..